Stories tagged “first person”

  • Upon a Star

    Her eyes twinkled, just like they had years before, when we lay beneath the stars, full of summer love and heat. The grass had pricked our skin, but we hadn’t noticed, completely absorbed in each other and the magnificent starscape above. It was ...

    • Author: Byn
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Come Again Another Day

    I opened the door, feeling the fresh air blow in against me. The overwhelmingly loud sound of rain hitting the stone steps trickled into my consciousness and I looked up at the sky, offended. “Really?” I called out to the Universe. The Univ...

    • Author: Byn
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Unhomedtown

    There is a city, and it has a thousand names. I’ve heard some of them before; most are new to me. I know this city. I was born there. All the roads I have walked in my life lead back there. These roads continue on, but I always stop in my hometow...

    • Author: Mattosaur
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
  • Roasty Toasty

    I feel it singe my body, almost too hot to stand it. Yet my back is freezing. Funny how sharp the contrast feels when part is warmed and part is left unattended to face the dark night. I twist and shift in my seat, trying to gather more of the fireR...

    • Author: Azuriris
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • First Flight

    The countdown was T-plus twenty minutes ago. The celebration back on Earth was winding down as people were surly filing to their cars cursing and spitting at the blazing hot Florida sun and how it made the leather fasten to the backs of their legs like...

    • Author: mlvassallo
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Virus! Virus! Virus!

    I come to with my ears ringing and then it’s a few seconds before they’ve gripped the back of my neck and put me back under again. “Virus!” they scream, beating the sides of the white-washed cell with bloody night-sticks, “...

  • All in the family (Mature)

    I am perched on the edge of a seat that doesn’t want me, three legs shorter than the fourth. I am not a natural born pessimist, I believe in good things. Good things for good people, it’s just that I’m not good people. The preceding events ag...

    • Author: Copernicus
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • All the Good Stuff

    How many stories start by describing the weather? “It was a dark and stormy night,” “The sun was shining down on us,” “Blah, blah, blah.” Weather is boring. I’ll tell you what’s interesting—events a...

    • Author: emily
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Hard Radiation

    Solar flares are an astronaut’s worst nightmare. I mean, there’s other stuff to worry about, as you hurtle through space in the tin can you’re calling home. Running out of air, because the scrubbing system’s failed, or, perhaps,...

    • Author: dkscully
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Three

    Three seconds after her death I was blissfully unaware. Three minutes and I was still unaware, getting impatient. This is the last feeling I remember. Three hours and I was numb. Wondering why the tears wouldn’t come, this person who was my life ...

    • Author: bmcg
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Bad News

    “Let me just tell you,” she said, “When you say bad news I think, the roof is on fire, the dog has gone blind, the repo man has come by to take the car, the police are looking for aliases. This is not bad news. I will be over in twent...

    • Author: Mars
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Reporting Live (Mature)

    The air in the bar was stiff. Not like it was hot or anything; it was a rainy night in New Boston, it never hits 90 unless the world’s endin’, but it was thick with something. Anger, violence, spilled liquor, I’ll never know. I sat at...

  • Reporting Live II (Mature)

    “Spill it” I said. The stranger turned his head and smilied. Not a real smile; doubt he’d smilied in years. But one of those cocksure smiles a man gets when he’s seen to much to live and drank to much to care. “Alright. I&...

  • Reporting Live III (Mature)

    Bartend’r set the beer down with a soft clink. I threw a craw[ EDITOR’S NOTE: Orlo, most people still call them five doller bills. Don’t ask why, but next time you send in a vocal file, take a minute to clean it up, ok? It looks like ...

  • The Thing In The Woods

    The light blinked steadily as we approached, a red pulse lighting up this dark corner of the forest. “What is it?” someone whispered. It didn’t matter who said it, it was on all of our minds. The answer wasn’t. So silence filled...

    • Author: Geebs
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Crossed Paths

    I shift my weight to my right arm, rise to as much of a sitting position as I can, and look up through blood stained eyes. I can just barely see the figure of my assailant through a fine red haze. As he approaches me again, dragging some sort of bludge...

  • Misinformed

    My senses come back to me slowly. There is an odd weight in my left hand. Through the still red haze, I can see the cold metal bar in my grasp. There’s a large dent near the top of it, and a blood stain a few inches lower. There is a significant ...

  • From here to anywhere

    I can teleport. Which is to say that I can move from here to Okinawa in as long as it takes you to say it. I only need knowledge of my destination to go somewhere. If I’ve never been somewhere before a map is usually enough. Though, I do need to ...

    • Author: Duo
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
  • From here to anywhere 2

    Being a unique person, with a unique ability, I found myself with some choices. When I first perfected my ability I thought long and hard about how best to use it. I came up with three main possibilities. 1) Be a hero 2) Start a business 3) Be a villai...

    • Author: Duo
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
  • Ghosts I-IV

    In the barrenness, I sit alone. The scrubs stetch out into the foothills of the brown mountains, regular punctuation decorating the grey sand. They rustle ever so softly at my feet. I’m daydreaming. I’m not sure why I like this; I guess the...

  • I do what they tell me

    The voices have always been there. Maybe I’m crazy or maybe they are real. The results are real. I had no choice but to do what they told me, they just wouldn’t stop. When I try to sleep is the worst, whispers like a distant TV you can̵...

  • Refuge In Audacity

    My refuge is audacity, my sword is generosity. The center of my mind is the whole of nature. I consider myself a warrior, a soldier, a knight. The law I follow is written on my own heart. If you look at me, what do you see? My armor is invisible, my he...

  • Day 47

    Day 47 Still no sign of our target. I’m beginning to believe that the Admiral sent us on a wild goose chase, whatever that means. Mercenaries like us don’t get much respect. Probably because we’re all the same to civilians; they think...

  • Hello?

    I hear them again. Mom said it was just my imagination but I can’t turn it off. I imagined the TV and pressed the button but the people just stayed on the screen. They talk and I can’t see them. I open my eyes and the TV is gone I can’...

  • Autism

    She walks towards me and I stare at the mole on the side of her cheek because it is very small almost a freckle but it is a mole. She says, “Why did they let the Speds in here? Get out, freak, you’re in my way.” Her eyes go up and the...

    • Author: JayDee
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5